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Just the Three of Us Ch. 02

By: komrad1156



I had trouble sleeping that night but in that good kind of way. I'd already masturbated myself to sleep thinking about next weekend with Eric and Shada but woke up again around 2am with a rock-hard erection. I oiled up Rosy Palm and took care of business again but found myself wide once more by 5 o'clock. I decided to go for a long run rather than fight it any longer.

It took me an hour and fifteen minutes to finish my favorite 10-mile course which wound through the surrounding neighborhood. The air was surprisingly dry and cool for summer in Virginia and I felt great. As I showered and shaved and got ready to eat, I realized I'd finally been able to stop thinking about my first threesome for at least a little while. I smiled wryly as I realized it might not actually be a threesome. But it if it wasn't, it would be the surprise of a lifetime. I mean, was Shada setting me up to somehow try and embarrass me? Did she know my ex-wife, Sarah, by any chance? I dismissed my thoughts as cheap paranoia but then again, who really knows, right?

Back to reality. My God, Shada was hot! And based on the pictures I'd seen of Eric, so was he. Damn! Another woody. God Lord! Was I gonna have to tape my Johnson down just to get through work today?

Speaking of work, it was my refuge from the world of crossdressing fantasy (and fortunately, reality) I now lived in. It forced me think and to concentrate so that mercifully, it allowed me to push everything else aside for a few hours each day. Of course, as soon as I got in my car that and every afternoon, all I could think of was the next "great thang" going on in my life. Today, it was the Saturday night rendezvous.

I needed something new to wear. Well, actually, I now had a ton of pretty things to wear and didn't actually need anything. I was satisfied accepting I just wanted something new and sexy so with that in mind I headed toward the mall in Tysons Corner which was a favorite place to shop. It was close enough to get to but far enough from work that I ran little risk of ever bumping into someone I knew.

There were actually two malls in Tysons Corner, Virginia: Tysons Corner and Tysons Corner 2. The latter had more upscale shopping and I was ready to spend a bundle on something unique and sexy so it was the only clear choice. I went straight to the Saks Fifth Avenue and was met by Heather, one of the sales associates who by now knew me by face. I assumed she knew my name, too, as I paid by credit card, but that didn't bother me at all. She was paid on commission and my money spent on a new dress paid her the same as woman shopping for the same item so why would she even care?

"Hi, again!" Heather said as she met me almost as soon as I walked inside. Her gold nametag was perfectly aligned on a very pricey jacket that was part of a great-looking business suit. "Anything I can show you today?"

"Hi, Heather! Yes. Actually there is. I'd like to see the black dress right over there on display. The one with the pink border on the bottom."

"Ah, yes. That's new and I love it. I'll get it for you. Size 8, correct?" she asked matter of factly.

"Yes, indeed. Size 8 it is."

"Coming right up." As she walked away she stopped, turned around and aske, "Would you like to see the cutest little matching pink shrug ever that goes perfectly with it?"

Ha! Would I like to see it? I loved sweaters. Pullovers, cardigans, shrugs, ballerina sweaters. Any form-fitting knit top was fine by me. No baggy, "granny sweaters" but pretty much anything else was fair game. "Sure. I'd love to see it! Thanks!" I told her.

She found a size 8 for me as well as the shrug in a medium, then headed back my way and invited to one of the unoccupied changing booths. She unlocked it, hung the dress and sweater on hooks inside, stepped back out and let me know, "I'll be right outside if you need me, okay?"

"Thanks, Heather," I said as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I loved the dress! It was even prettier up close than I'd thought. It was a cap-sleeved, ponte dress made of a combination of rayon, polyester, and spandex. The ice-pink colored border was about three inches wide and the long-sleeved shrug was a perfect color match! I tried both of them on and could tell it would be fit just right with my padded undergarment and breast forms. The sweater was so soft and sexy I just knew this was going to be a killer outfit! I wasn't wild about pink per se, but when I wore it, I preferred iced-pink to hot-pink and this combination was simply amazing together!

I didn't bat an eye when Heather rang up the total for both and said, "Okay. With tax, that comes to $573.42. Can I put this on your Saks charge today?"

"No thanks, Heather. My little old Visa card will do just fine today." She put my new things in a garment bag and handed me the receipt. I thanked her and headed out into the mall.

I'd just bought a new pair of black pumps with three-inch heels which would be perfect but I knew I just had to have a pair of matching pink shoes to go with the dress and sweater. I found the perfect pair at Nordstroms, another of my favorite stores for women's clothing. They were opened toed, ankle-strap, mid-heel sandals (2 ½ inches) and the color was an absolutely perfect match to my new sweater and the hem on the dress! I was thrilled at how well everything was going. All I needed now was a tube of matching pink lipstick which I picked up at the makeup counter on the way out. I had all the jewelry I needed so I was able to head home with everything ready to go for Saturday night.

The week seemed to drag by, but eventually Saturday rolled around and I was once again wide awake at 5am. Another long run at a very fast pace allowed me to calm myself and mentally run through all of the things I'd meticulously planned in preparation for tonight. I knew I'd have to try and get in a nap somewhere as I fully expected to up very late, even though I was pretty sure it would be a futile attempt.

Sure enough, I was in bed less than 20 minutes before I confirmed what I already suspected. There was no way I was getting any more sleep today.

Preparation was my favorite part! Well, then again, that first look at the finished product was pretty heady, too. And of course, there was the flirting and the sex and.... Okay, I loved ALL of it! But the key to having a great time was the preparation which was the basis for total confidence and I knew that would take at least two hours not including my hair.

But before all that, there was that other hair I had to deal with. I started by heading out to my appointment for another full body wax. It was mildly painful as the strips of hot wax were pulled off uprooting thousands of follicles, but the pain was well worth the silky smooth skin left behind. I was done in less than an hour and I couldn't stop running my hand over my oh-so-smooth legs on the way home. Thank goodness for shorts, right?

I got home and took care of the one other semi unpleasant task which had to be done before tacking the fun stuff. I needed to give myself an enema to ensure everything was squeaky clean for Eric's cock later tonight. Once that unpleasantry was uh, "behind" me, I stepped into a hot shower to completely cleanse my body from head to toe and get rid of any remaining body wax.

I'd need my hair up in rollers for at least two hours and it was almost 5 o'clock so I needed to get moving. Once my hair was dry enough, I carefully rolled it and then got ready to start my makeup application. My eyebrows had also been waxed so all I'd need to do was use the eyebrow template I'd designed to ensure they were perfectly symmetrical. The rest was now just a matter of following my own special recipe in the right order using just the right amount of foundation, blush, eye shadow, liner, and lipstick. The only difference from my normal routine was that I wanted very glamorous, sexy eyes tonight so I spent some extra time blending various shades of grey and black. The final result made my eyes look even wider and more sensual than I'd ever seen them. A few minutes later, I was attaching my false eyelashes which was the last facial detail other than applying lipstick. I'd wait until I was dressed to that to make sure I didn't accidently smear any on my new dress.

Around 6:30, I picked up the beautiful black bra from Victoria's Secret which lie on my bed and put it on followed by inserting the full-C cup breast forms I preferred. I'd worn both a B-cup and a D-cup before and found the latter was just too big for me. And while I liked the look of the smaller cup size, most men preferred something a little larger so a "C" was the perfect compromise. Once in place, I carefully traced out the curved lines on my chest I'd need to give me the illusion of cleavage. The dress was rather low cut and I'd just be able to conceal my breast forms underneath while still being able to "show off" my faux cleavage. I stepped back and looked in the mirror and was very pleased with the result so far. I no longer "swooned" when I first saw myself in drag, but it was most definitely still a huge turn on—even with my hair up in rollers!

My black padded undergarment came next. As an engineer, I was impressed with the guy who'd designed these things. They were perfect for giving a man the nice, round ass every woman wanted to have and the only thing we had to do get it was step into it! I pulled on some lacey black panties over it then set on the bed to slide on a pair nude, thigh-hi stockings while taking great care not to run them. I'd gone back and forth between nude and off black all day but finally settled on the former as I preferred it to black with pink shoes. Lastly, I pulled on a short, black camisole and was ready to take my hair down and style it.

I'd grown my own hair out long over the last couple of years and let it get down to the middle of my back before settling on shoulder length as my favorite. It was thick and dark and I loved the look the rollers gave it. I brushed the curls until they were soft, gentle waves, then used a curling iron to turn the ends underneath at the bottom. Perfect! I loved my hair in this style which also had a soft, wispy shock of hair which fell down on one side over the eyebrow as a partial bang.

I was now ready to step into my gorgeous dress and zip myself up. I couldn't reach the zipper on my own so I tied a hook to the zipper opening and used some fishing line to pull it up tight. I stepped into my new shoes, strapped them around my ankles, and reached for my soft, new shrug. As I slid it on, I felt myself grow hard. It was so soft and luxurious! Yum....

Before allowing myself to look again, I applied my wet, pink lipstick/gloss, then stepped back with my eyes closed. I was not disappointed! "That is absolutely perfect," I said to myself. My last task was to apply my own French nails and paint them the same color pink as my lipstick, clothes, and shoes.

I finished right at 7:30 which gave them time to dry before leaving for Shada's. The thought set my heart pounding again as I stood in the kitchen looking out the back sliding-glass door toward her house. I couldn't see anyone, but the lights in their kitchen were on and the anticipation of seeing her and meeting Eric was killing me.

I forced myself to wait until two minutes past 8 o'clock before grabbing my pink bag, walking outside, getting in the car and starting it up. It would only take me two minutes to get there which would essentially be on time (something I tried not to in drag but still had trouble with as punctuality was so ingrained in my male persona) but still let me feel like I was fashionably late. Five minutes was well, a start, right?

I took one last look in the makeup mirror before slipping the transmission into reverse and backing out of the driveway. I then took a deep breath, dropped it into drive, and smiled knowing what lay ahead. 

Just the Three of Us Ch. 03



I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. I could hear the sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor followed by a moment of silence before the door was unlocked to reveal Shada standing there in a beautiful white blouse and black skirt and four-inch heels. "Callie! Hi. Please come in. It's so good to see you!"

I stepped inside and into Shada's outstretched arms. I bent down as we hugged and relished the feeling of our boobs pressed together. As we released our arms, Shada stood on her tippy toes and kissed me softly. "Mmmm. I've been dying to that again all week."

"Me, too, Shada! Thank you for having me over tonight. I've been so excited about getting together since we discussed it."

"Me, too, and it's our pleasure, Callie. Trust me. Come with me, please. I want you to meet Eric."

Shada led me into their family room which had a beautiful cathedral ceiling where a magnificent chandelier was providing a soft, candle-like glow to the beautifully furnished room. As we walked in, the tall, handsome man wearing a dark gray shirt and black pants stood up and smiled.

"You must be Callie. Hi and welcome. I'm pleased to finally meet you. I'm Eric."

"Hi, Eric," I said feigning shyness. "Same here."

"You two!" Shada said with a sense of playful scorn. "No kiss hello? Not even a hug? Nothing? I think we can do better than that. Eric? Callie?"

I pretended to be embarrassed and looked down and then at Shada who said, "It's okay. Go ahead. Eric's been dying to meet you."

I looked up at Eric who was a good three inches taller than me even in my heels then back at Shada one more time as though I still wasn't sure if she meant it.

"Eric. Please kiss Callie hello so we can move on to getting better acquainted," Shada demanded.

"Do you mind, Callie?" asked politely as he extended his hands taking mine in his.

"No. That would be nice, Eric," I said demurely.

Eric stepped in closer as our eyes met. I closed mine and offered him my full, pink lips. His met mine as he let go of my hands and placed one of them on the side of my face. We kissed for a full second or more and in just that brief moment I lost track of where I was or that Shada was even in the room.

"So hello again, Callie, and welcome," Eric said quietly. "We're very glad you're here."

"Thank you, Eric. And—wow. That was very nice."

"He's a very good kisser, Callie." Shada leaned toward me and added as though it was a secret, "And he's also very good at umm, well, let's just say 'other things' and leave it at that." Shada's eyes sparkled wickedly as she emphasized "other things" as she offered me a seat.

I was across from Eric and catty corner to Shada who seemed to be apart from her husband intentionally. I couldn't help but think it was to make me like they weren't ganging up on me although a certain form of "ganging me" sounded very nice right about then! They were both SO attractive. Michael, the guy I'd been dating since my ex-wife first suggested we double date with men, was a very good looking man, but Eric was stunningly handsome. After seeing him in person I thought of the guy who plays Neal Caffrey on the show White Collar. He, like Shada, was a solid 9. I'd say "10" but was anyone really that perfect? In this case, that just might be possible, though.

Shada stood up and said, "I'm so sorry. Callie, what can I get you to drink, sweetheart? We have both red and wine as well as champagne. What's your pleasure?"

In my male persona, I preferred beer or red wine. As Callie, I drank mostly white wine just in case I ever spilled. Merlot could leave a nasty stain and dresses and cashmere sweaters weren't cheap. "I'll have some chardonnay if you have it, please."

"Coming right up. Honey, what about you?"

"A glass of the cabernet sauvignon sounds perfect, Shada. Thank you, sweetheart."

Eric extended his hand which Shada touched playfully as she went toward the kitchen leaving the two of us alone.

"Do you mind me asking what it is you do for a living, Callie? If that—or anything else—is off limits for any reason, please just let me know. Shada said she told you I fly for Delta out of Dulles."

"She did and I don't mind, Eric," I said honestly. I realized that to whatever degree any 'risk' was involved and that risk was minimal because we were all consenting adults, it applied to him as much as it might to me. "I'm an aeronautical engineer for Grumman. I help develop modifications for the F-18 super hornet's engines. Well, at least that's what I've been doing for the last couple of years. I suppose I could work on pretty much any other system on any aircaft."

"What did I miss?" Shada said as she came back in with a tray holding our drinks. She handed me my chardonnay and Eric his cab-sav and sat down with a glass of champagne for herself.

"Well, it appears Callie is not only a very beautiful young woman but she's as smart as she is pretty. She works as an aeronautical engineer for Grumman."

"Get out of here!" Shada said after taking a first sip from her glass. "No way! You can't be this pretty and that smart. That's just unfair!"

"Well, thank you. Both of you. But let's be clear about something. You two are the models in the room! I know people tend to date and marry those who equally attractive, but you two are a perfect match. You're both amazing! So that's very kind of you, but both of your are simply gorgeous and that's neither a gratuitous reply nor an exaggeration."

"I think she like us, too, honey," Shada teased as she glanced over at Eric. "Perhaps this would be a good time to talk about tonight?"

Eric smiled at her and then at me as he said, "Well, I suppose that would be appropriate considering the rather 'unique' nature of our little group. Does that sound all right to you, Callie?"

I'd just finished a long, second sip of my own drink as I said, "Of course. I'm a curious person by nature and Shada's invitation was intriguing to say the least. So please, by all means, tell me what you have in mind."

Eric set his glass down and said, "Shada and I have been married for just over six years now. We've been wildly happy together and we have a very fulfilling love life if I may say so. Right, hon?" Shada got up and sat down next to her husband.

"You may indeed so say because it's most definitely true. In fact, that might be an understatement," Shada said huskily as she leaned her head onto his broad shoulders.

Eric continued by saying, "About a year ago, we discussed the possibility of sharing our love with certain other, uh, 'interesting' people. We're not what you would call 'swingers' by any means. This isn't a lifestyle thing for us. We just enjoy spending time with people who are well, uniquely attractive to us both. In fact, we've only done this on two other occasions because we're extremely selective and very careful about we spend this kind of time with. Does that make any sense at all, Callie?"

"It does. And I'm flattered. So is it fair to assume you both fully understand what it is about me that makes me—as you said, Eric—'uniquely' attractive?"

"We do. And I have to admit Shada wasn't certain even after meeting you although she had a very strong suspicion she might be right. I'll tell you this right up front, Callie. Had I met you anywhere else, I would never have even had any suspicion you might be anything other than the beautiful woman you present yourself to be."

"And you are beautiful, Callie," Shada said sincerely. "We first discussed this particular fantasy about four months ago, but we gave up ever finding someone we'd feel comfortable enough to be with let alone invite into our home. But the times I saw you in your back yard right after having seen your "brother" I started wondering. Is that really a different person? I'd see 'him' and then two hours later see you and it got me to wondering as well as excited. I didn't tell Eric right away. I wanted to gather more, oh I don't know, let's call it 'evidence' first. It wasn't until we'd been alone here for a while that I was reasonably sure I was correct and is it safe to assume you're now confirming my suspicions?"

"Well, if by confirmation you mean to know whether or not I really have a brother who lives with me or even nearby, the answer is a resounding 'no.' Does that provide enough clarification?" I asked playfully as I picked my glass back up.

Shada and Eric looked at one another again then back at me before Eric spoke. "It does, Callie. So our logical follow-on question is this. Would you like to enjoy an evening sharing our love with us?" He paused for a moment then before I could respond he added, "Feel free to run away if that's your inclination or to just politely decline, but we are more thrilled than we can put into words to have a special woman as beautiful as you to make this offer to."

"Again, thank you both. I'm flattered and I'm honored and no, I won't be running anywhere. I accept your loving offer with pleasure."

"Wonderful!" Shada exclaimed. "I'm so happy to hear you say that, Callie." Shada got up and walked over to a table that had an MP3 player and a set of Bose speakers on it. She punched a couple of buttons and some soft jazz rang out.

"Honey," she called to Eric. "Shall we?"

Eric got up, took her hand, and the two of them danced as the first song played. As the final note played, Eric kissed her softly. "We always end every dance with a kiss. That's our tradition, Callie." Eric let go of her hand and she extended it to me. "Callie, would you like to dance?"

"I'd love to, Shada," I said warmly. The smell of our perfumes mixed together was intoxicating as we slowly swayed to the sound of a mello saxophone. As the song ended Shada said, "Don't forget our tradition, Callie."

"No chance," I whispered softly as our glossy lips met. "Mmmmm. What a wonderful tradition, Shada. I love it."

"Mind if I cut in?" Eric asked as he tapped his wife on the shoulder.

"Not too much," Shada teased as she stepped back.

Eric took me in his arms and in moments I could feel his huge dick pressing up against me. I murmured my approval very softly. As the song ended, Shada cupped her hands to her mouth and said, "Tradition you two. Tradition!"

We both smiled as we glanced over at her then back at one another. Eric's full lips pressed on mine again and this time he placed his strong arms around me and pulled me in close. Our tongues met briefly and the tips of them danced together for a moment.

"Wow," I sighed. "I love family traditions. Are there any more like that for me to learn tonight?"

I felt Shada's arms in between us. She'd snuck up behind Eric as we were kissing and wrapped her arms around his waist. She gently pulled one of my arms down from around Eric's neck, took my hand, and placed on her husband's now-rock hard cock and helped me stroke it. "Oh, Callie. That was just the beginning. We have so much to share with you. We are going to have so much fun together tonight! For starters, there's a very handsome man between us who has something I'm guessing we both want very, very badly.

"You guessed correctly—again—Shada. As someone who loves playing poker, I'm ready for Eric to go all in."



Just the Three of Us Ch. 04



Shada unzipped Eric's fly, unbuckled his pants and pulled them along with his underwear down in one smooth motion. Without breaking eye contact with Eric, I dropped to my knees and took Eric's sweet cock into my warm mouth as Shada cupped his balls from behind.

"Ah, fu-uuck," Eric moaned in pure pleasure. "My God that feels good, Callie!"

Shada eased her husband toward the couch and as he fell backward onto it, I temporarily released his huge phallus from my pink lips. Shada joined me and quickly swallowed her husband's massive boner and took it all the way to the hilt. She gagged several times leaving nice, long streamers for me to lap up as I then took over the job of stroking his ample balls.

As Shada sucked and slurped, I removed my pink sweater and turned by back to Eric indicating I needed my dress unzipped. Somehow he managed to lean forward enough to take care of it and I let it fall off to the floor. I stepped out of it and noticed it was a bit cool in the house so I quickly put the soft shrug back on even as I removed my panties and padded undergarment. I was already hard myself and ready to fuck. Having never been with a woman before when dressed as Callie, I had to overcome my natural desire to jump on top of Shada and give her a good shagging. I was a girl today and girls don't fuck. They get fucked.

I moved behind Shada and started undressing her as she continued to bob up and down on Eric's huge cock right in front of me. In mere moments, she was stripped bare before me. I squeezed her soft breasts and heard her gasp deeply. "My God, Callie. That feels SO good," Shada moaned softly as she continued sucking Eric's dick.

I motioned for Shada to lie beside Eric and she immediately complied. I knelt in front of her, made eye contact, then began lapping up the juices spilling from her drenched pussy. Eric leaned over and kissed his wife and cupped her left breast as he reached across her body with his left arm. The sounds of her soaking-wet pussy mixed with the French kissing going on above it was intoxicating! Eric's hand slipped down to Shada's clit and we began taking turns massaging it as Shada's breathing grew deeper and her moaning louder.

"Shada can cum several times, Callie, so don't stop okay?"

"No worries there," I told him. 

"I wanna watch you fuck Callie, baby. Do it while she's eating me out, okay?"

Eric scooped up his pants and produced a lubricated condom from one of the pockets which he slipped on and moved in behind me.

"Oh, God baby. This is what we've been waiting for for months now. Fuck her good for me, honey," Shada managed to say as she neared her first orgasm.

Eric kneeled down behind me and I soon felt his strong hands massaging my soft breast forms. I could feel his cock push up against me and I moaned, too. "Mmmm. That feels so good, Eric. I want you inside me so bad. Please fuck me."

Eric slipped a moistened finger inside me to prepare me for his cock. I could feel him lining it up followed by that now-familiar, pleasant pressure. I gasped as he started rocking back and forth preparing me to take his huge tip. As it popped inside me, I whimpered softly which caused Shada to tense and then buck wildly. I managed to keep my mouth over her pussy and use my tongue to heighten her orgasm. As Eric slid deep inside me Shada screamed, "God fucking DAMN!!! Ah, fuck! That feels so fucking good!"

I released her momentarily as Eric began taking me harder and faster. He was wrecking my prostate gland with the head of his long shaft and I was experiencing the most wonderful mix of pleasure and pain imaginable. "Oh, shhhittt," I cried. "Oh, God that feels good, baby. Fuck me harder. Please!" I begged.

I held my ground and took Shada's labia back into my mouth, licking and sucking her even as my lover was pounding me like a wrecking ball. In less than two minutes Shada was ready to cum again and as he sensed her second orgasm Eric said, "I'm gonna cum inside you, Callie."

I moaned loudly again and said, "Please do. Put it to me, baby. Fuck me good."

Eric drove his cock all the way inside me and I felt him and Shada shudder at the time. He let out a primal growl and Shada screamed like I'd never heard anyone scream before. "Oh, FUCK!" was all I could say as I felt my own cock explode in a huge orgasm of its own while Eric drained his balls into the condom which was deep inside me. There was a mess of sticky goo all over the couch and floor which no one cared about for the moment.

Spent, we all collapsed onto one another as Eric withdrew from me. I removed his condom and sucked the cum off of his cock then kissed him letting him taste some of his own love juice. "Come here," Shada said pulling me close. "My God that was nice."

We kissed and then let Eric in between us. Shada reached down and playfully touched his now limp phallus and it began to rise back to life. "Wow! You haven't done that in years, baby. You ready to go again already?"

"I am, honey. I most definitely am. Callie, can you grab another condom for me, sweetheart?"

"With pleasure," I said with a wicked smile.

I mounted him with my back toward his chest and placed my feet on his thighs then lowered myself down until his now hard cock slipped back inside of me. I was still gaped and he slid in without effort. I sat still for a moment taking his entire length and relished the feeling of it before beginning to bounce up and down on it. "Oh, fuck that feels so good," I moaned.

Shada was content to play with herself at first as she watched her husband fuck me again. After a few minutes, she came around to the front, bent down, and matching my motions, took my bobbing cock into her mouth. Moments later, Eric and I came again. Shada took my cum into her mouth then snowballed it to me. I hungrily took it, swished it around, then gave it back to her. To my surprise, she swallowed it with one happy gulp before kissing me deeply.

"Wow!" Shada said as we cuddled together while Eric embraced us both. "That was amazing! Oh, my God that was good! And so much FUN!"

We spent a few minutes enjoying the closeness before Shada asked me if I'd like to shower first. I accepted her offer and came out fully dressed about fifteen minutes later. The two of them used their bathroom to clean up then joined me in the kitchen where we had a glass of wine together.

"Thank you for inviting me," I said sincerely. "This was amazing. I had such a good time."

"It was our pleasure, Callie," Eric assured me. "I really wasn't convinced you were as beautiful as Shada said before meeting you. I mean, we've wanted to do this for a while now and I was concerned she was settling just to make it happen. Let me tell you, there was no 'settling' going on here. You are a gorgeous young woman."

"I second that," Shada said playfully. "We are so glad you joined us. I don't think we've ever had this much fun."

"Nope," said Eric. "This was not only a first but a definitely best, as well. Thank you, Callie."

"Wow," I purred. "I feel like the lucky one here. Thank you!"

We made small talk for a few more minutes as we finished our wine. "Well, I think it's probably time for me to get home, you two," I announced. "I had such a wonderful evening."

"Let's do this again soon, shall we?" Eric suggested.

"Most definitely. Anytime is fine with me," I replied.

Eric and Shada both hugged and kissed me goodbye and then they walked me to my car. Eric opened the door for me and wished me a good night. "Same to you two," I said as I slid in behind the wheel. Eric closed the car door behind me and I punched the start button. We waved to one another as I backed down the driveway then blew kisses as I put the engine in drive and headed back home.